“And you will be knowing what is done?”
“Ay.”
“With the bread … and the water…?”
“Ay.”
“It is a small thing to do. It is a Christian thing. I would be doing it myself, and that gladly, but the … the … passer-by who …”
“It is talking of the Sin-Eater you are?”
“Yes, yes, for sure. The Sin-Eater as he is called—and a good Christian act it is, for all that the ministers and the priests make a frowning at it—the Sin-Eater must be a stranger. He must be a stranger, and should know nothing of the dead man—above all, bear him no grudge.”
At that Neil Ross’s eyes lightened for a moment.
“And why that?”
“Who knows? I have heard this, and I have heard that. If the Sin-Eater was hating the dead man he could take the sins and fling them into the sea, and they would be changed into demons of the air that would harry the flying soul till Judgment-Day.”